Jarren Benton - Tec In The Church lyrics

[Jarren Benton:] Hopsin put me on in this b**h, I wish you the best fam I was thinking 'bout murking the whole staff of Def Jam n***as sleeping on me like a muthaf**ing craftmatic Counted me out, guess these f*ggots bad at they mathematics Cursing God like "why the f** You take my brother?" Prescription pills to coke, guess I love the feel of these uppers Arguing n***as cause Pac wasn't in my top five You don't f** with me hoe, you die from carbon monoxide f** the small talk, my blood pressure boiling If I wanna shoot this sh**, I pop this pistol at the toilet A new year, f** this nice guy sh** If you ain't rocking with my clique, n***a bite my dick (blegh) And Lord knows I keep something by the torso As long as my [?] f** y'all award show Praying on my downfall, want my soul to leave the earth Put a hole in a n***a's chest just like a Yeezy shirt I'mma feed the needy first Ill n***a, need a nurse I ain't forget you b**hes just spat on me when you seen me hurt Hey we done been to hell, I'm wishing my n***as well Threw my n***a something on his books when he was sitting in jail Time flies like looking good, n***a [?] Cashing checks doing the Soulja Boy, n***a youuu! n***as dying over repping they turf Never know, so I'm praying with my Tec in the church So they praying on my downfall (n***a praying on my downfall) Bout to knock a n***a crown off (Knock a n***a crown off) Oh Lord I wish a n***a would (Wish a n***a would) Cup of Henny got me feelin' good (Got me feelin' good) Oh what a feelin' dog (What a feelin' dog) Bout to count a hundred million dog (A hundred million dog) Throw it up n***as reppin' they turf Never know So I'm praying with my tec in the church [Locksmith:] I was told to bring a tec to the church and a bible to the trap The only method that's vital for survival is a strap My little cousin was murdered I was stifled by the act So when these n***as yap about violence I'm biased to they raps I'm here to rescue you [?] spilling out of your breaths of truth Only benefits who is honest, that's how you execute Watch who you pillow talk with, that's how they retribute These b**hes use social media like a confession booth Stay to myself, tread light, and keep my standards up I was in a space financially where my hands were cuffed I was in a space creatively where I had enough Started releasing the music I made for myself so now the fans rush Sunday mornings at St. John's in Bay View Young adolescents distorted we had the same view Dice games in the basement repping our turf Bumping Strange, you could say we had a tech in the church [Jarren Benton:] So they praying on my downfall (n***a praying on my downfall) Bout to knock a n***a crown off (Knock a n***a crown off) Oh Lord I wish a n***a would (Wish a n***a would) Cup of Henny got me feelin' good (Got me feelin' good) Oh what a feelin' dog (What a feelin' dog) Bout to count a hundred million dog (A hundred million dog) Throw it up n***as reppin' they turf Never know So I'm praying with my tec in the church [Joyner Lucas:] Okay, I'm ready to die Brrra, you waving that tec in the sky You ready or not? I enter the block leave all of you dead in a box Who the f** is you, Pac? The f** is you Biggie? I never get love from the city I never got sh**, just a couple a titties A couple a pennies and plenty of haters and tricks Go fix your mouth before you get back handed I'm from a bottled of rap planet where these hoes think I'm half-Spanish The truth is I'm an Afghan, I'm half-black but I act frantic I grab Xanax and pop Vikes and then make a crack sandwich I'm mad at you You would never keep your word, you're such a crook I can't trust you, you'll say anything for a couple bucks That's f**ing nuts Word to Karen Civil, you f**ing s*ut You's just a thot and your mouth is as big as your twat I know who is you not, f** you and that Louis you got With my money taking vacations and s**ing noodles and co*ks They got proof you a fraudulent f** with a Vince Carter neck Crooked weave and some funny tits And the face of a lumpy dick, my n***a f** this b**h sh**, I hope my 50k was worth it Or your pimping days are murdered, you done bit the blade on purpose I know this gon' make you nervous Who the f** did you encourage? Hillary Clinton ain't gon' like this, she's fanning next to a serpent I'm standing next to your merchant Writing curses in cursive all over your f**ing hearses Get froggy, you's just a hermit b**h go get your f**ing hair did How old is that sh**? I should wrap my dick around your neck and keep choking that sh**, b**h [Jarren Benton:] So they praying on my downfall (n***a praying on my downfall) Bout to knock a n***a crown off (Knock a n***a crown off) Oh Lord I wish a n***a would (Wish a n***a would) Cup of Henny got me feelin' good (Got me feelin' good) Oh what a feelin' dog (What a feelin' dog) Bout to count a hundred million dog (A hundred million dog) Throw it up n***as reppin' they turf Never know So I'm praying with my tec in the church